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Belongings

Chapter 9 (part 2): “Do you think I’m cool too, or am I too into you?”

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A/N: Part 2, is here, your welcome!!! I have spent all day on this fic and I am so happy it’s finished. The more I write about these two the more I am so grateful I decided to write fanfics again. By far, my best chapter to date. Too many things are unpacked here (hahaha). Love you all - V ❣️

Warnings: Angsty, smutty but not really. FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF FLUFFY 💕

Word Count: 3.2k

“Good Morning Harry.” Y/N whispers excitedly, pulling him for a warm embrace before marching over to the windows, and letting the warm sunshine touch her face.

She was wearing very little, only a borrowed shirt of Harry’s which covered her boobs and the waistline of her bum. The rest was open for the world too see. Immediately feeling protective of her, Harry quickly moves over consuming her in a hug, his back faced against the window, so no one could get a peak at what was his.

"Good morning, dove.” Harry replied with a smile, returning the embrace. He watched Y/N as she moved towards the windows, her face illuminated by the soft rays of the morning sun. Her excitement was infectious, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment in her presence.

Joining her by the window, Harry leaned against the frame and enjoyed the view together. The world outside seemed to come alive with vibrant colors and gentle sounds. The warmth of the sun on their skin brought a comforting feeling of serenity.

As Y/N basked in the sunlight, Harry couldn't help but admire her. Her joy radiated from within, and it was evident in the way she embraced every moment. He felt fortunate to share these simple but beautiful moments with her. “Your so pretty,” He reached out and gently brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his touch tender and affectionate.

Together, they stood in silent harmony, soaking up the morning sun, and embracing the beauty of the world around them. It was a moment that reminded them of the simple pleasures that could be found in everyday life and the love they shared.

“Dove? I like it.” Y/N smiles at the new nickname, knowing it made both their hearts flutter with the knowledge that they had new nicknames for each other.

Harry grinned, his eyes lighting up at Y/N's response. He had chosen the nickname "Dove" for her because it symbolized peace, purity, and love – qualities that he saw in her every day. Hearing her express her fondness for it filled his heart with joy.

"I'm glad you like it, Dove," Harry said, his voice filled with warmth. "It just felt right, you know? Like it perfectly captures your gentle spirit and the way you bring calmness into my life." He brushed his thumb lightly across her cheek, his touch soft and affectionate.

Y/N's smile widened, and her eyes shimmered with happiness. She loved how Harry always found unique ways to express his love and affection. The new nickname held a special significance between them, a secret language that deepened their connection.

"Your such a softie" Y/N replied, her voice filled with tenderness. "I’m glad though. Never felt this way for anyone before."

Harry's heart fluttered at her words, his love for her growing stronger with each passing moment. He cherished the intimacy they shared, the way they could create their own beautiful moments and symbols of their love.

Leaning in, Harry pressed a gentle kiss to Y/N's forehead. "You’ve always been my dove y’know. My source of peace and sanctity. Just never told you till’ now.” He admits, his hand rested on her waist.

“Always? Harry - how long.” Y/N asked this time filled with both curiosity and guilt. A part of her felt like she had been distracted and dishonest, unable to truly see Harry’s feelings for so long.

Harry noticed the mixture of curiosity and guilt in Y/N's eyes as she questioned him. He understood the weight of her emotions and the self-reflection she was going through. Gently placing his hands on her shoulders, he looked into her eyes with a reassuring gaze.

“A while, tha’s all-.” He lied, not wanting to tell her that he fell for her the minute he had met her.

As Y/N listened to Harry's response, a part of her sensed that he wasn't revealing the full truth. She noticed a hint of hesitation in his voice and the way his eyes flickered momentarily. Despite her curiosity, she didn't push further, respecting his decision to keep his feelings to himself.

She let out a huge sigh before checking the time realising that their train would be arriving in the next couple of hours. “I wish we could just stay like this forever. And never have to face the music.”

Harry's heart ached with understanding as he sensed Y/N's yearning for an eternal moment of peace and togetherness. He knew that the real world would inevitably encroach upon their idyllic bubble, and they would have to face the responsibilities and challenges that awaited them. Taking her hand in his, he squeezed it gently, offering her a comforting reassurance. “We can-.”

“Harry we can’t, I’ve got the bakery to get back too, you’ve got interviews and all of that jazz.”

“That jazz.” He laughs, mocking y/ns ignorance to fame, it was one of the many things he loved about her. He pulled her in for a kiss before she could panic anymore, taking her breath away

As their lips met, time seemed to stand still for a moment. The kiss was passionate and filled with a mix of longing and love. Harry's arms wrapped around y/n, pulling her closer to him, while her heart raced in her chest.

“How about, we stay till the weekend? That’s only another 2 days. Your dad won’t mind having the store for a bit longer, and I’ll personally assist you once we are back to get stock up to date-.”

“Harry- “ When they finally pulled away, y/n's breath was slightly shaky. She looked into Harry's eyes, a mix of emotions swirling within her. "I... I can't just drop everything, Harry," she whispered, her voice filled with a hint of regret.

Harry's smile softened, understanding her predicament. "I know, love. I didn't mean to pressure you. I just... I can't help but want to be with you, even if it's just for a little while. Please, dove. There’s so much more we haven’t explored yet. I’m sure this hotel won’t mind us staying another couple of nights. And we can finally be just us for a couple more days, tha’s all I ask, and then once we are ready, we go back and tell Will.”

“Alright, Mr Styles. You’ve persuaded me.” Y/N hums, pulling him in for another kiss.

As y/n's words hung in the air, a surge of joy filled Harry's heart. He couldn't help but break into a wide smile, his eyes sparkling with delight. The second kiss they shared was even more passionate than before, as if the weight of their decision had lifted, leaving only a sense of exhilaration and anticipation.

Harry wrapped his arms tightly around y/n, savoring the taste of her lips. The world around them seemed to fade away once again, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own little bubble of affection.

As y/n basked in the blissful moment, a nagging doubt tugged at the corners of her mind. It whispered words of caution, reminding her of the responsibilities and complications she would face by embarking on this uncertain path.

**************

“You ready to be a tourist for the day?” Harry asks placing a pair of sunglasses over his eyes. He had put gel in his hair, and had on a classic white shirt, alongside blue cargos, giving very match, tourist dad vibes.

Y/n chuckled at Harry's playful transformation into a tourist dad. She looked at him, taking in the sight of his gel-styled hair and his choice of clothing that exuded a relaxed, vacation-ready vibe. "You certainly look the part, Harry," she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

As Y/N turns around, her hair tied up in a ponytail, whilst she wore a pair of high waisted shorts, and a blue blouse, which sat on top of her chest just right. Harry has to admire her beauty, even in natural light. Harry's gaze lingered on y/n, his heart swelling with affection as he took in her effortless beauty. The way her hair was tied up in a ponytail showcased her lovely features, and the choice of her outfit highlighted her curves in all the right places. He couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for having someone so stunning by his side.

She glanced down at her phone which had clearly been on her mind the whole time, causing Harry to be concerned. “What is it?-“

“It’s nothin’”

“What is it?”

“My dad, he- he’s asking how much the bakery rent is, but I thought I paid the bills last week.” Y/n sighed softly, her eyes flickering with a mix of worry and hesitation. She looked up at Harry, her voice tinged with unease.

“Perhaps he’s just trying to get ahead so he can pay for it?”

“Mmm, maybe. It’s this wedding, the money, it’s been stressing him out the whole time. I told him, I didn’t need him to buy anything, that I would speak to Wills family, and get rid of the expensive stuff, but - he insisted, wanted it to be the perfect day,” y/n admits tearfully.

She explains to Harry how everything about the wedding, was supposed to be perfectly organised by her dad, as a thank you for everything she had done for him. But in the process this also meant he was willing to pay too much for a wedding, which would never be perfect. No matter how much he was able to pay.

Y/n's voice softened as she spoke, her eyes filled with nostalgia as she recounted the cherished memories associated with the bakery. "The bakery holds so much meaning for me, Harry. It's not just a business; it's my home, my sanctuary. It's where my parents met, where their love story began. I've grown up hearing stories of how my dad accidentally spilled custard on my mom, and instead of being upset, she laughed and helped him clean it up. It's where they found out they would be having me, their little miracle."

A wistful smile played on her lips as she continued, her voice filled with affection. "Those family memories mean everything to me. One day, I want my own family to be there.”

“That’s where I met you, remember?”

She smiles softly, reminiscing to the long haired Harry, who for months, came in only asking for iced buns. She always found him rather handsome, but it was only when he had attempted to strike up a conversation at Wills, then 18th birthday party, that she found him an interesting soul to be around.

“Y’know. Deep down. I always knew we’d be here together.”

“Did you?”

“Mmhm. We’d be here. Holding onto each other - as the world moves slowly behind us,” he responds pulling her in for a hug.

The couple stay like that for a moment, before realising that whatever was happening at the bakery, was currently out of their control. And after a rather long conversation about the bills, y/n told her father to use her savings if needed, and to not worry about the rent until she was back. The couple knew the world was beginning to move much faster than before, and it was only a matter of time before it caught up with them. Separating them once again.

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“Where do we go first? “Harry asks, his hand linked with y/n as they make their way down Trafalgar Square. Y/N shrugs unsure of what there was to do.

As Harry and Y/N strolled through Trafalgar Square, Harry couldn't help but notice a bright red tour bus waiting nearby. His mischievous side took over as he looked at Y/N with a playful grin. "I have an idea. Let's hop on that tour bus and see London from a different perspective."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Harry's spontaneous suggestion. "Are you sure about this? We could explore on our own."

Harry chuckled, his hand gently squeezing Y/N's. "Trust me, love. It'll be fun. Besides, I know a thing or two about these iconic landmarks, and I can give you my own personal tour."

Y/N couldn't resist Harry's infectious enthusiasm, and with a nod, they both made their way towards the waiting tour bus. Despite the chilly weather, they climbed to the top deck, finding a seat with a perfect view.

As the bus began to move, Harry wrapped his arm around Y/N, pulling them closer to keep warm. The wind tousled their hair, but the excitement in their hearts kept them warm. They snuggled together, their eyes scanning the cityscape as they passed by one famous landmark after another.

Harry pointed out each place with a mix of pride and amusement, whispering little anecdotes and stories in Y/N's ear. With his vast knowledge and charming wit, he transformed the tour into a captivating adventure.

"Over there, you see the Houses of Parliament," Harry said, his voice filled with excitement. "I remember once being inside for a charity event. Quite surreal, I must say. And that bridge, the one and only Tower Bridge. I crossed it during the London Olympics torch relay. One of the most nerve-wracking and exhilarating experiences of my life."

“You liar. You’d never be trusted with the torch,” Y/N listened intently before laughing captivated by Harry's tales and the way his eyes sparkled with fond memories, both false and truthful.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhh.” He responds before placing a hand over y/ns shoulder as tour bus continued its journey, taking them past Buckingham Palace, St. Paul's Cathedral, and other iconic landmarks that supposedly held special significance for Harry.

“Did you know. I was actually swapped at birth, I am the real prince harry.”

“Your my prince.” Y/N responds, pulling him in for a soft kiss, stopping him for a moment. Before going back to being a performer for the day.

***************

“Harry, let’s take a photo.”

Excited about capturing a special moment with Harry, Y/N pulled out their phone and looked around for the perfect spot to take a selfie. Spotting the iconic red telephone box next to Big Ben, they knew it would make a fantastic backdrop. However, their plans were quickly disrupted as fans began to recognize Harry on the streets.

“Oh shit-.”

Before Y/N could even position themselves for the selfie, a fan approached Harry, requesting a photo. Harry, always gracious with his fans, obliged and posed for the picture. Y/N smiled at the fan's kindness, appreciating their enthusiasm for Harry's talent.

“Would you two like me to take a photo?,”

Seizing the opportunity, the fan offered to take a photo of Harry and Y/N together. Y/N gratefully accepted, handing over their phone to the fan, who skillfully framed the shot. With a quick thank you, Y/N and Harry stood side by side, smiling for the camera.

However, as more fans started to gather and the excitement grew, Y/N realized that it might not be the best time to linger around. They thanked the fan once again for the photo and hurriedly made their way onto a tour bus.

The mob of fans had become restless and consistent, with more people recognizing Harry and joining the group. Y/N didn't want to attract too much attention or cause any disruption, so they decided it would be best to retreat to the safety of the bus.

As they stepped back onto the bus, Y/N let out a relieved sigh. She turned to Harry with a mixture of excitement and relief, showing him the selfie she had managed to capture amidst the chaos.

“I look horrendous.” He laughs, gesturing to his face which had not been ready for the photo. Y/N laughed before mimicking his face.

“Hmm. Well I think I’ll keep this. For old times sake, of course-.” She said sarcastically, placing her phone back in her pocket.

“As long as you don’t give it to Mitch, or bribe me with it when I’m old-” Harry responds, laughing, his heart full with the memory just created. It might not have been the serene and planned moment they had envisioned, but it was a memory they would cherish, capturing a brief glimpse of their time together in the bustling streets of London.

The more time Harry spent with y/n the more he realised how perfect she was for him. Not only was she physically beautiful (and admittedly out of his league) but she also possessed patience and kindness which would help her to deal with the continuous pressure of being in the public eye. She didn’t seem to let the fame of Harry get to her, and despite the crowds of fan girls who stood outside the bus screaming his name. She seemed content, knowing that he was hers and not needing to fight away the numerous fan girls. Which had driven people away before.

In that moment, he wanted nothing more then to finally admit his true feelings, that not only did he like her, but he was in love with her. And always had been, but he worried not only was it tricky, but given the circumstances of their relationship, to already admit he wanted to marry her and create a family with her, was probably too soon.

“What?” Y/N asks, seeing him begin to daydream.

“Nothin,”

“Nah, what Harry-.”

“Your just so unbelievably out of my league. I cannot understand how I managed to get you-.”

“Your kidding.” Y/N laughs, before gesturing to the thousands of fans which had now queued to get onto the top of the bus. “Your Harry, Fuckin’, Styles - how am I out of your league?”

Harry gazed at Y/N, a mixture of adoration and sincerity in his eyes. He reached out to gently cup Y/N's face, his thumb tracing their cheekbone. "No, love, you don't understand. It's not about fame or popularity. It's about the incredible person you are, the way you make me feel, and the way you see me beyond all of that. If I explained everything, we’d never leave this bus, but believe me y’are.”

As the tour bus pulled away, Y/N looked back at the crowd of fans, realizing the incredible impact Harry's presence had on people. They couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and sympathy for Harry, knowing that moments of privacy and tranquility could sometimes be hard to come by.

Together, Harry and Y/N settled back into their seats, continuing their tour of London from the safety of the bus, cherishing the few stolen moments they had managed to capture amidst the fervor of the city.

*****************

As Harry and Y/N sat on the tour bus, listening to the conductor drone on about the history of London, Harry couldn't help but feel a growing sense of annoyance. He glanced around at the other guests, their expressions ranging from mild interest to sheer boredom. Harry leaned over to Y/N and whispered, "I bet I could give a better tour than this guy."

Y/N chuckled softly, intrigued by the mischievous glint in Harry's eyes. "Oh, really? Well, show me what you've got, Mr. Styles."

Harry grinned and cleared his throat, adopting a slightly exaggerated British accent. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Harry Styles London Experience. Now, if you look to your right, you'll see one of the most iconic landmarks of this fine city—the Big Ben. It's not just a clock, my friends, it's a time traveler's best friend. Trust me, I've been late enough times to know."

Y/N burst into laughter, unable to contain their amusement at Harry's impromptu tour guide skills. As the bus continued its journey through the city, Harry continued to point out moments and places that held personal significance for him.

"And now, folks, we have arrived at Downing Street," Harry announced as the bus stopped outside the famous address. The official tour guide began explaining the roles of the government, but Harry had a different story to share. He leaned closer to Y/N, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You know, once upon a time, I had a little adventure right here. Met David Cameron, the Prime Minister at the time. It was all very official, but then we decided to do something spontaneous." Harry's eyes sparkled with mischief as he recalled the memory.

"We ended up filming a music video for 'One Way or Another' right here on Downing Street. It was quite the experience, let me tell you. We had a blast, and I think David secretly enjoyed it too," Harry shared, his voice tinged with nostalgia.

Y/N couldn't help but imagine the scene, picturing Harry and David Cameron dancing and singing on the steps of Downing Street. The thought brought a smile to her face.

As the tour bus continued its journey, Harry continued to sprinkle his own anecdotes and personal connections into the tour, making the experience truly unique for Y/N. Together, they enjoyed their own little adventure through the streets of London, creating memories that would last a lifetime.

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“Y/N, if I get on the London eye. I might spew.I hate heights.” Harry complains, Y/N looks at him coyly pretending to be understanding until she screams:

“Stop being a massive baby.”

Harry looked at Y/N with a mixture of amusement and feigned offense. "A massive baby, am I? Well, fine then. If it means that much to you, I'll conquer my fear of heights just this once."

Y/N grinned triumphantly, their playful banter continuing as they made their way towards the London Eye. Harry's unease was evident in the way he clenched his fists and took deep breaths, attempting to steady himself.

As the giant wheel ascended, Y/N could sense the nervousness emanating from Harry. They reached out and gently took his hand, offering a reassuring squeeze. "You've got this, Harry. I'll be right here with you."

The view from the top was breathtaking, with the city sprawled out below them. As they admired the sight, Y/N turned to Harry, a curious look in their eyes. "So, Harry, earlier today you mentioned that you've liked me for a while. How long is 'a while' exactly?"

Harry's eyes widened slightly, realizing that Y/N had seen through his attempt to downplay his feelings. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before answering honestly. "Honestly, from the very first moment I laid eyes on you, I felt something. It was like a spark, an instant connection that I couldn't explain."

He smiled softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "And from that moment on, it only grew stronger. Every time we spent together, every conversation, every smile—I couldn't help but fall deeper. You have this incredible way of making me feel seen and understood. It's like you complete a part of me I didn't even know was missing."

Y/N's eyes shimmered with warmth and affection as they absorbed Harry's heartfelt words. "Harry, I had no idea. I’m sorry I never knew. I just presumed you were happy, you were always with other girls. And well, I was always with Will even before we were together.”

Harry leaned in, gently brushing his lips against Y/N's forehead. "You remember Wills bday party, when he asked you to speak to him. That’s when I knew I had to hide my feelings. I couldn’t get you hurt, and I thought you were happy-.”

“But Harry, he never had the talk with me.”

“He didn’t? But after that moment -“

“He didn’t leave me alone for the next two years. Practically came to the bakery every day asking just to see me. First I thought it was nice. That someone was interested in me, but then he came all the time. It actually became rather annoying. “

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“It was during your breakup with one direction. I didn’t want to be a burden. You looked genuinely disheartened and I hated feeling like I was responsible for anything that upset you- besides Will and I did end up together anyways. I presumed you’d moved on, given the amount of girls you were seen out with and I thought I would too-. I do love Will. Just not- just not the same way I love you.”

Harry's eyes widened as he listened to Y/N's revelation, his heart skipping a beat. He reached out, gently cupping her face, his voice filled with a mix of surprise, regret, and anger . He paused for a moment, searching for the right words to convey the depth of his emotions. "I was lost after the breakup, trying to figure out who I was outside of the band. And yes, I went out with other girls, trying to distract myself, but none of it felt right. None of them compared to what I felt for you."

Harry's gaze held a sense of longing and vulnerability as he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "I thought I had lost my chance, that you had moved on with Will. I convinced myself that I needed to move on too.”

“Guess we both misread things.” Y/N laughed slightly as a tear left her eyes. In all honestly whilst she was frustrated that she had let so many years gone, trying to fall for someone who she did not love. She was happy that now they had finally made their way back to each other.

Harry wiped away Y/N's tear gently, his voice filled with tenderness. "Yes, we did misread things, didn't we? But sometimes, life has its own way of guiding us back to where we truly belong. And now, here we are, finding our way back to each other." He held Y/N's hand tightly, a small smile forming on his lips.

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